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Scarlett had always been intrigued in halloween, She spent her childhood watching horror movies and reading ghost stories, always craving the thrill of being scared. So when she heard about the carnival Hook Up, a Halloween carnival where people could experience horror and pleasure at the same time, she knew she had to be a part of it. As an aspiring actress, Scarlett saw this as the perfect opportunity to showcase her talent. She auditioned for a role at the carnival Hook Up and was thrilled when she got the job. Little did she know, her journey was about to take an unexpected turn. At first, Scarlett's job was to scare people as they walked through the carnival. But as the night went on, the atmosphere changed. One night, as she finished her shift and returned to her hotel room, she was greeted by a figure in a ghostface costume. She assumed it was James, her childhood friend who often visited her after hours. But as the night progressed, she realized that it wasn't James, but a stranger she didn't even know. Scarlett was determined to find out who this mystery person was, but she couldn't until two years later when he returned and broke into her hotel room again. This time, she was ready for him and as she revealed his identity

Scarlett's Play House

The air crackled with unspoken tension. I stood my ground, meeting his gaze, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. Was this a challenge? A game? Or something else entirely?

My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Scarlett? There you are!" James appeared, his brow furrowed with concern. "I was wondering where you disappeared to. Everything alright?" He glanced between Grayson and me, his expression hardening slightly.

"Everything's fine," I said, forcing a smile. "Just catching up with Grayson."

James' eyes narrowed. "Right." He stepped closer, placing a possessive hand on my arm. "Well, come on. Let's get back to the party." He pulled me away from Grayson, effectively ending the encounter.

As James led me back towards the noise and the lights, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just stepped onto a different, more dangerous game board. The party continued around me, the music and laughter a jarring contrast to the undercurrent of tension that now thrummed beneath my skin. I glanced back, catching Grayson's gaze one last time before the crowd swallowed me whole. He was still smirking, a wolfish glint in his eyes.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. James stayed close, a protective presence that both comforted and irritated me. I danced and drank margaritas, trying to lose myself in the revelry, but Grayson's presence lingered in the back of my mind, a shadow lurking just beyond the spotlight.

As the party wound down, I found myself alone on the balcony, looking out over the glittering cityscape. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the stuffy, smoke-filled room. A single blue rose rested on the railing, its petals soft and velvety in the moonlight. My breath hitched. He was still watching.

I picked up the rose, its thorns sharp against my skin. Grayson's silent message, a twisted declaration of… something. I didn't know what it meant, but one thing was certain: my life was about to get a lot more complicated.

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